Frozen yoga?

We only watched a little junk TV. And though we did try to go school shopping, all we bought together was a measly planner from Office Depot.

Just being surrounded by school supplies and back-to-school shoppers made us both a little nervous. Everybody was perfectly nice, but an empty planner today soon will be filled with things like, “study for Spanish test Monday” and “tryouts Thursday” and “rehearsals 7- 11 p.m, every day from now until Thanksgiving.”

Manders is a theater major so that’s her life.

On a less worrisome note, we ate a lot of diner cake.

It’s hard to explain the role of diner cake (I’m sorry to say not homemade but bought from the Dessert Gallery) plays in our family. It’s not just comfort food but birthday food, graduation food, and whoopee, Manders-is-home food.

Also, if I buy a diner cake, old pals of Buddyo and Manders, not to mention cousins Allie and Gabbi, will magically appear and start looking for the big knife and a plate. Jewish mom that I am, I love that.

The most surprising thing Manders and I did was go to yoga class. The surprise was that I accepted when she said she was going and did I want to come.

Thing is, I’d never been before. I’m not limber, I have poor balance and while I’m reasonably calm, I’m not yoga calm. I don’t even want to be that calm.